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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years ago

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GOD

Just finish reading the Rindou request u made and is just 😙🤌🏻 *chef kiss* perfect, I really like the way you write cuz you actuality do a really good story before the smut and it's not too much and not too little, the perfect amount not to make it tiring to read.

So, I was wandering if I can request a Bonten! Sanzu or Ran with a reader who is a killer, like, she is trained to kill and someone hired her to kill someone from bonten or even some of the boys.

Fell free to change my request as you pleased 🥰

Lover, Hunter or enemy ?

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI. There's smut, dirty talk, high fucking sexual tension, mention of blood, murder.

Synopsis : the nemesis, him and you have always been like cat and mouse, always at each other's throats. Until he had enough...

Wc : around 8k

The place was beautifully breathtaking. Tiered crystal chandeliers glittering in the soft light, lightening the large ballroom. Crown molding on the high walls, as well as invisible crowns on many of the rich guests heads, the room reeked of aristocracy and hypocrisy.

Standing on one of the curved observation balconies, towering over the dancing men in expensive suits and women in ravishing dresses, the three Bonten executives complained about being there, a ball thrown by one of the dirtiest men Japan had known, who happened to be a Bonten partner. Yet Ran's attention was not exactly focused on what Kakucho and Rindou were saying, instead they were eyeing...

The one true spark of honesty in that entire ballroom...

Honesty never was tied to innocence, through your honest gaze burnt the true, honest intent of murdering him, it had nothing innocent.

At least you were not trying to hide it... and that drew a sadistic grin on Ran Haitani's face.

-" Seriously you two get a room. " Rindou's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and out of his contemplation as well. He smirked at the weary expression of his brother, and the deadpan of Kakucho.

-" I wouldn't mind having her on my bed, unfortunately the only thing that seems to get her hot is seeing my blood flow. "

-" that is kinky even by my standards" Rindou retorted, Ran's eyes drifted back toward you, as they always did.

Truly impressive, was the amount of hostility a woman's body could contain, what was even more surprising was the way you made it reach him, three meters below him.

-" I'm surprised she's still breathing, honestly. By the amount of time she tried to kill you. " Kakucho admitted, earning the attention of Ran who didn't stopped looking at you nevertheless.

-" She's just... Young and dumb. My pretty lamb doesn't truly hate me".

A look of disbelief was shared between Rindou and Kakucho, it was denial itself that drew his blissful smile as he looked at you, leaning against a pillar near the dance floor.

-" She's an assassin, and is hell bent on killing you, do you understand?"

He scoffed at Rindou's sentence, as if he didn't knew.

-" I think the seven times where she nearly killed me did indeed made me understand ".

However, it was not as if you were an everyday enemy...

There, in the middle of the crowd stood you. What they called the bloody princess. For they had known the king, your father, a Yakuza godfather and even worked together, before that one had been mysteriously killed. When you should have grown up and bloomed as a flower, surrounded by all the beautiful things a Yakuza princess should have, well let’s say it was not exactly what happened when your uncle became the new godfather...

Animals, Ran cursed under his breath. through moments like this, when his demons would start anger-roaring, he could not stay still. Quickly excusing himself to a frustrated Rindou and a confused Kakucho, before starting to come down the great staircase, eyes on the prize.

To his great fortune, the dancing crowd seemed to part ways for him, as he slowly made his way to the wild flower, the one watered by blood, a deadly poisoned belladonna.

What a sight for sore eyes, neverthless...

Though you were everything he despised in a woman, violent, heartless, roses were undoubtedly enchanting, especially red ones. Approaching you would always give the “ falling in the spell, in the witch’s lures “ energy, deadly flowers were meant to be the prettiest after all . He could feel how strong your tide was with every step he made, every glance diving deeper, you in that bloody red ball gown.

- “ May I tell you how hideous you look tonight ?”

Your guts stirred just like everytime you heard that voice, the most hypocritical smile one could give stretched your lips as Ran Haitani's shoulder brushed yours, he leaned against the same pillar as you.

-" No, tell me. "

-"...I can't. " He admitted flirtatiously, turning his head fully to look at you. God, does your patience really need to be tested like this? Everytime he smiled, invisible needles were embedded in your skin.

From that close, he could only admire. Light make-up, big eyes, angry gaze and plump lips, he drank in your face before his gaze drifted toward your V-neck, smirking even more as an angry gasp left your lips.

-" My eyes are up here, bastard. "

-" Don't speak" he faced you suddenly, forefinger pressed to your lips earning a frown from you. " You're much prettier that way. "

-" Forgot how charming you can be" after responding, took his finger between your teeth, biting, which only made his smirk widen.

Psycho.

-" No lies, you haven't forgotten an ounce of my grace. "

Ran pulled his finger from your mouth, too busy burning in the fierce of your eyes to even care for his finger. Enough was enough, his proximity was something disturbing, going for that you tried to walk around him to get away, if not for his knee suddenly pressing between your legs, forcing you to stick against the pillar again.

Inhaling sharply, your legs went pressing against each other yet he was faster to part them open again, leaning closer until you could feel his breath hitting your face.

-" Tell me, princess. "

Ran's lips grazed your ear, spreading a smothering wave through your body. How dare he touch you that way, the princess, in front of everyone, he was officially a dead man.

The nickname on his tongue tasted of contempt and reeked of mockery, knee boldly tracing its path up your thigh.

-" did you ever danced with an enemy ?"

A blaze, that's what he encountered when he glanced at your face. Who was he to resist looking at your lips, when they turned reddish from how you pressed them together ?

-" they never live long enough for that. "

Pure scorn, was the laughter leaving his mouth, reducing you to a ball of hatred yearning for his destruction, if only those people were not around...

You knew they had not noticed anything, from afar, it looked nothing more than a man whispering sweet nothings to his woman's ear, you two and the devil were the only witnesses of God knows where his knee was going.

-" The honor is all mine".

-" Don't you d-"

A ragdoll. That is how you looked the minute his hand pulled you by the waist turning your body as if you weighted nothing and engaging in a slow dance. Regaining your composure, your hands flew to his neck, his to your waist. What looked from outside as a man and a woman dancing against each other, was in fact your nails digging deep in his neck's skin, and him gripping your waist so tightly until both of you would leave marks on each other.

- " Once this song's over, you better run. " You'd warned him, lifting your gaze to meet his. Now it was true that he loathed all that you became,raised with guns and bathed in blood, however hell has never been as tempting as the eyes of a young woman scratching the back of his neck.

-" Go 'head, give me more reasons to eat you alive."

Suddenly, your body has been spun around by him, one, two, then three times, eliciting admirative gasps from the crowd around you. He knew you hated attention, you glared at him through your slightly blurry vision when he pulled you back to him, even closer than the first time so your chests were almost crashed against each other.

-" You're stepping on my damn shoe ! Give me space-"

-" You know what they say; keep your friends close and you enemies closer" His hands tightened around your waist even more along with a stretch of his smirk. Ran's eyes drifted toward one of the balconies where he caught his co-workers disapproving eyes on him, making him only smile more.

-" Swear to heaven, I'm gonna rip your skin off your bones inch by inch, Ran fucking Haitani. "

A reserved, masculine laugh left his lips at the same time as he made you spin again, waltzing slowly into the center of the room, retrieving your body once more.

-" You can't keep my name outta your mouth, can you ? How 'bout we find what else of me you can keep in this pretty mouth ?"

-" and catch whatever illness you carry ? Thank you next. "

-" Shhh, what a dirty filthy mouth you've got yourself here, princess. " You loathed nothing more than how that nickname sounded in his mouth, all of a sudden the orchestra took the symphony to its spike, a rhythm more frenzied and Ran let go of your waist but it was shortly cut off.

-" spin me one more time and I'm going to vomit all over your pretty suit. "

Something in your glare must have convinced him you were not joking, which made him take you waist again, ever so harshly.

-" So you think it's pretty ? I was hoping I guessed your favorite color " your nails dug deeper in his neck's skin taking out a breathed chuckle of him against your ear.

-" Pointless, I see red everytime I see you. "

-" Damn " he pulled his head slightly back so both the tips of your noses were grazing each other. " Is that bloodlust or just the last of the latter ?"

No matter what he had already seen from you, seeing you laughing, even sarcastically said, stretched his smile more. His gaze dropped to your lips a few millimeters from his and he had to squeeze your skin even more under his fingers to keep himself grounded.

-" Get over yourself already." Taking the lead, the wildflower's scent invaded his nostrils, your hair against his face while your lips grazed his ear.

Intoxicating, reaching the top of madness in what was a cursed dance in the middle of an oblivious crowd. Unhealthy would be an euphemism, yet every bruise he would leave on your skin, every scratch you would make his neck suffer seeped as sugar coated venom through him.

-" Far be it from me to hurt your ego, Haitani. But you're only one more name on the list. You, your brother, your boss... "

Thanks to years of training and a good anticipation, otherwise you'd probably let out a gasp of surprise and pain, when his nails suddenly digged in your sides. That had nothing to do with a slow dance now, the way he was holding you was even too painful to breath, you scratched his neck even harder, nuzzling your head in his chest while his chin pressed on top of your head.

-" Fix your attitude before I fix it for you. "

Sword words, bruising hold, his usual smile was now water under the bridge. Peering up at him, he was not even looking at you, clenched jaw made you know you found that man's weak spot, his brother, his gang.

A devilish smile curled your lips, the upper hand was yours now. Pressing your body tighter to his, Ran had to grip his anger and loathe as if his life depended on it to ignore your chest's feeling against his torso.

-" is this a threat? "

- " No. " Piece by piece, the alternative universe both of you were into shattered with every last note of the music, until the crowd of dancers began to leave the center of the room. Only there, a fleshy soft texture brushed your cheek, Ran Haitani's lips with every word he said kissed your face, a kiss of death.

No butterflies, just swords of Damocles embedded in your skin. Morbidly romantic.

-" It's a promise. "

•••

The evening was stretching way too far long. Mikey and Kokonoi still were busy discussing business with some partners, Sanzu wouldn't leave his king's side, and no matter how many years they have been practicing, Rindou and Kakucho always found a way to make the conversation drift toward weight lifting.

He needed a break, the only way to smoke a cigarette at events like this was in the restroom, which he did, entering the men's room.

Then it hit him, like his cigarette, his breath been stole from his mouth while a wave of pain stirred his stomach, the impact of a foot making him fall backwards. On the ground, helpless, he could only watch your face blur behind the smoke of his previous cigarette, before reappearing in all its majesty, a smile on your lips as the smoke dissipates.

-" missed daddy already ? " He chuckled, leaning on his elbows behind him and starting to get up, only for you to surprise him with a kick straight to his face, aching through his nerves along with anger waves crashing on him.

Watching you squatting in front of him, throwing the cigarette aside and stepping on it, the only thing he was seeing was red. Clenched jaw and fists, he coveted for your blood, your head.

-" Stand up and keep your promise, man. " You pierced his face with sword-sharp hues. " Fix me. "

Just like that you got up, he did so, quickly wiping the blood out of his nose.

-" Thought I fight the weak ? I don't hit women. "

-" Guess that's not gon' be funny for you " you shrugged, too much for a gentleman, it was another kick that he received in exchange, grunting from pain and holding his neck, leaning forward.

Now you hated, loathed Ran Haitani with the fire of a thousand suns, however that fire seemed to burn passionately when he turned into this, the beast advancing toward you currently, no smile, no tease, a promise of carnage.

Taking you aback, his kick on your stomach seemed even stronger than one of the wooden doors of the toilets, which nearly dislocated as you crashed against it. Pained in the back and abdomen, you hardly steadied yourself, fists in front of you, unfortunately not as fast as to dodge his next punch, knocking you out on the floor.

He was strong, that was not the first time you fought him or tried to kill him, yet his strength never failed to amaze you.

Anger and hatred competed in your eyes, leaning on your hands and knees you looked up at a Ran who was rolling up his sleeves.

Sky would fall on the ground the day he would understand the urges in his body that your sight, bloody, on your knees in front of him, gave. May God forgive him for the way his pants tightened as he leaned and grabbed your hair, pulling a soft grunt from your bloody irresistible lips.

-" Y'know ? You always look so much better when I mark you up. "

Bold from someone who, right after saying how pretty you were got your face pressed to the floor, almost sitting on your back as he pinned you to the ground. You moved as a possessed woman under him, grunting your rage and shame for him to silence.

-" Did'ya forget ? Bitches on the bottom. "

Calm down, only fools rush in. You refused to let him have the best of you, turning your head as best as you could to look at him, straddling you from behind, there you figured out you could actually use the way his lips parted at the sight of your face.

For it was just excruciating to not stare, the bloody princess all submitted under him, her hate-filled eyes only looking at him. Even in your poorest states he still found you deathly attractive.

His calloused fingers glided slowly on your neck's exposed skin, making you inhale louder than what you would've wanted, pushing your hair to the side, mesmerized by your hair locks sliding on your bare shoulder. Perfect timing, you decided. Putting all your bloody strength to switch the positions, now straddling him with each leg on his sides.

-" Who's the bitch now ?"

Drinking in his taken aback expression only a second before a shower of punches fell on him.

- " Who's on the bottom now, huh ?" It was your dignity, flowing out of his face with every punch, staining your knuckles. They hurt, but it didn't matter, it was your father's dead body you saw everytime you looked at him.

-" Give it up already" Two strong hands stopped both of your fists in the air, Ran straightened, now sitting and caging you on his lap, face only inches away from yours.

Damned be the one who opened that restroom's door first, switching from a perfect fancy picture to the God's wrath, the doomed bathed in each other's blood, lips merely brushing against each other with every raging breath they took.

-" I studied your moves " pulling you closer in his lap, he smirked. You adjusted your knees just the right way, and smirked too.

-" Yeah ?" Either was it your out of breath voice, or how you rubbed your hips against his as you tried freeing yourself , one of the them pulled a grunt from his mouth. " Fucking study this. "

Angling your body to the side, your knee hit his chin roughly sending him few inches back. You quickly pulled away from him hearing his growl of pain, a breathed " bitch".

That was the last straw, the one which made all the bridges burn down. The blood he spat contained his last drops of sanity and self control. A demon rised in front of you, making you stiffen in defense, in no time an agonizingly painful stretch coursed through your neck, the impact sending you straight to the ground. With the aching sounds you made, came to hit you the realization that he just kicked your neck, a swift almost acrobatic move. The same foot that was now, getting pressed to your windpipe.

Your eyes widened already struggling to take an air puff, Ran Haitani towered above you , choking you with a foot, lazy eyes boring through your lying shape.

-" I should kill you... I really should... ".

Yet something, about putting an end to that wicked game that has been going for years between the two of you was disturbing. Not seeing your smirk nor those bright eyes whenever he would fail dodging a blow, no more of your sweet perfume invading his nostrils everytime you would try choking him, hearing your jerky breathes the few times your fighting position became more than... A fighting position.

One move away from spilling your poison on that floor, one move away from picking up the venomous flower. A shoe to your throat, all he had to do was pressing his foot. He had you, powerless and surrendering, half-lidded eyes and parted open lips under him, what a thief you were, stealing his attention.

-" Do it. Kill me. " You uttered difficulty, refusing to even touch his ankle to try and beg for your life. Through that colored ring around dilated pupils he searched for fear, submission, only found handfuls and handfuls of challenge, courage and fire.

-" Go... Ahead " you tried again in front of his silence, he frowned. That was not what he had in mind, turned out you were more screwed than what he thought you were, not even caring an ounce for your life.

-" I've got better plans for you. " That was your turn to frown, as he squatted above you, legs on each sides of your body. You took a deep breath finally after he released your throat but that joy was short lived since soon his hand replaced his foot around it, forefinger lifting your chin.

-" Why you so hell bent on killin' me, us ?"

Is he fucking serious ? A scoff left your lips at the thought. Ran saw your face flinching, though he hadn't moved an inch, those pretty eyes lightened by the lamps above your heads closed for meer seconds where he wondered truly, was it possible that inside that wreck they turned you in, some life still existed ? Shortly cut off when you opened them again, since those were no eyes facing him but an iceberg.

-" after years of loyal service to Bonten, your father wouldn't have been happy-"

-" Do not talk about my father. " Hurricane-like voice warned him. " Nor about what he would've liked. "

Purple empty gaze bored into your features, something was off and it only clicked inside his head now. He could not exactly put his finger on it yet he smelled a rat.

-" Let's get something straight, yeah ?" Squeezing, he deprived you of oxygen slightly, eliciting a pained gasp from you. "Tell me what to do once again and I'll make you see, Love, death is the softest thing I can do with you. "

Sucking on your teeth, your fists flew to his sides before he pinned them in a swift gesture on top of your head, thus having you at his complete mercy. If a look could kill, he would probably be lying down lifeless on the ground now from the hostility in your gaze.

-" Your father was a friend of Bonten-"

-" oh, do you kill all your friends ?"

What was it ? That void disappearing from his face, the usual smile faltering ? Why were you seeing a multitude of things flickering in those usually cruelly empty eyes ?

And it clicked, hit him like the sky fell on him so suddenly that he swore he saw flashes of all your fights in front of him. All those years,forging you like a steel weapon, making you throw the crown to hold a sword, all of this so...

A ticking bomb, they made you. Filled you with lies until the day they wanted you to explode.

-" Fuck, this shit's insane ". Slipping into an uncontrolled laughter, you looked at him in disbelief as his state of humor triggered your wrath.

-" I'm gonna fucking kill y-"

-" So that's what they reduced you to? " he cut you off, you frowned. " A heartless machine of killing, this I knew. But I had no idea you were so silly, princess. "

-" What the hell you're talking about ?" Your voice climbed those decibels rather rapidly, Ran drank in your frowning face, still pinning your wrists above your head and holding your throat, then slowly, almost carefully, sat as slightly as he could on your lower half.

Something told you, what was about to come was not going to be funny. It was so out of character, the way his fingers around your throat loosened slightly, the sudden softness in his smile contrasting with the Brighting cruelty in his eyes.

-" we did not kill your father. Surprise !" He faked a chuckle, watching your face turning redder and redder. " Man, you're telling me all these years of cat and mouse were because of a lie your family told you ? I'm almost offended. "

-" I don't believe you. "

No room in you were left to even listening to him, there was not even a second thought in you about it. Why would you consider thinking about the possibility that he might be saying the truth ? He was not, your uncle was pretty sure it was them, who poisoned the godfather, your uncle never made such mistakes.

Your uncle never made such mistakes, a voice inside you bitterly uttered in front of Ran's unimpressed face. Goddamn, he kept that composure almost as if-

No, it couldn't be.

-" As you like " he shrugged. " Whether you believe me or not, that's not gonna change the fact you've been dumb enough to swallow your uncle's lies-"

-" My uncle is not a liar watch your fucking mouth. " Still climbing decibels, that voice was. Ran's smirk stretched, behind that frown of yours, your eyes were droopy, sliding from time to time to the side, distracted, you began letting him inside your head.

-" Oh sweet little thing" sympathy coated face leaned over yours, pressing his weight more on top of you. " Why would Bonten kill your father, if not to take your family business after that ?"

Have you ever wondered how it felt to fall from a cloud ? Painful. Whether you wondered or not, you would never be prepared for the fall, how painful meeting the ground was.

-" Tell me, princess. Who inherited the throne, the mafia, and everything your father left behind after his death? "

Your uncle, he did.

-" Why hasn't a war been declared to Bonten, after they killed his dear brother ?"

'cause Bonten is strong. They told you.

-" Bonten is too strong to be... Taken down by men... "

How you uttered those words as a learned text almost pained him, lost puppy eyes wandering around the room and getting back to him with a frown.

His heart squeezed strangely in his chest.

-" But not by a woman, right ?"

Last straw, before you dived deep into an ocean of memories. Flashes of your teenage self sitting next to your uncle , telling you tales of how the cruel Bonten poisoned your father with Arsenic.

Now that the colors started fading, poison was not one of Bonten's ways...

Pictures of the young girl training all day and until late night, when other girls would be sleeping after a full day of having fun outside.

Blood on your sixteen years old hands, first murder, when his sons were learning how to manage a business.

-" Truth is, all this time you thought you held the gun, while they slowly turned you into a pretty gun in their pockets. "

Yes, falling from a cloud hurts.

Your face expressed so much more than usual, so much that it was hard for him to catch one emotion at once. Wheels were turning at incredible speed inside your head, overheating emanating from you. Oh when all those years he fought you with bullets, when his mouth was the only weapon needed...

-" I... I trust them... My uncle, my cousins."

Why did it sound as a question ? Why were your eyes so pleading ? Why were his eyes softening ? He leaned down, placing another deadly kiss on your forehead.

-" Sweet, naive little girl. Trust if for children, and dogs. You, dear, are a soldier. "

Were. You were a soldier. Now you were no more than the ghost of yourself, lying helplessly under him, not even trying to free yourself anymore. And he watched, Ran watched the life slowly leaving your eyes, color draining away from your stoic face. How intoxicating, that he couldn't keep his hands to himself nor his thoughts on a leash, with you lying still looking pretty under him...

Too lost, too numb. You started feeling dizzy, every thought sounding too incoherent for your brain,not even fighting the man who was brushing away hair strands from your face. You simply bored your eyes into his amethyst hues, judging wether you should give it a chance or not.

No, too late, you already let him inside your head. Now he was messing with every belief you've ever had, Ran Haitani knocked down all foundation your life has been built on,making sure he was the only solid thing around you.

To break, to forge.

-" Now, I could kill you... You uncle has been throwing dirt on our name, after all. "

Numb, you wished he would just stick a dagger in your heart, open it from the inside for it kept contracting too painfully, yet something in his trailing tone made you think that was far from happening...

Pushing his knee between your thighs, thanks to the bold slit of your red dress, his leg went up until it brushed against your crotch, making your breath hitch all of a sudden. He smirked, lips placing the ghost of a kiss on your neck, just above your pulsing point, as if whispering to your skin.

-" On the other hand, these walls are pretty thick. Probably no soul would hear if I took you, here on this floor. "

Mimicking his words, his knee began rubbing against the fabric of your underwear just as your body stiffened. You tried your best not to make a single sound, keeping your eyes on his while his lips kissed your skin down until reaching your plunge cleavage, resting on your heart.

God, what was it that was wrong with you ? What in hell was that heat building in your lower half ? Why haven't you ever noticed how eye-catching he looked ?

Some of those pulled back hair strands were falling on his eyes now, a smile adorning those pretty lips. And even though that face was blood-stained, it was painful to try keeping your gaze off of him.

-" I could just, fuck you dumb right here. Yeah ?"

Not a sound, you promised. He wanted and chased your fear, what a shame if he knew there was only yearning inside you. Keeping your composure, you stared emptily into his eyes, before a particular thrust of his knee right against your clit, made you arche your back on that floor.

The floor of a men restroom, in the middle of a ball, both stained with each other's blood, his lips sucking on your chest's skin marking you as he pleased.

Talk about lust, how destructive and refreshing was it for him to see you throw you head back, exposed neck and throat and parted lips as he felt the fabric of your underwear dampening against his knee. His pants were suddenly tighter, desire coursing through his veins, urges long kept tied were now unleashed, free to act.

-" Looks so fuckin' pretty with my hand 'round your throat... "

And it felt good, damn how you hated that it felt good, you despised yourself for feeling this when your entire life has been shaken upside down, must be the trauma or something, but you could not focus on anything else than Ran's hands holding your throat and his leg between your thighs.

Until it crashed down on you, when he stopped every friction he was so willingly giving you and released your neck. The cold air suddenly wrapped around you while he stood up, pulling his sleeves down and smiling toward your lost face as you leaned on your elbows.

-" But I'm not taking advantage of this, your poor state. "

It eventually took the best of him, but he convinced himself not to ruin everything. Yes, ruin, years of yearning and fantasies for you, his nemesis. And though he hated you from the very bottom of his rotten heart, you still were there, in his heart, no matter the type, hate or not, you still had a place.

That was not the best place, nor the best timing for this. Ran always wanted your fierce, not only on his sword, or on his hit list, but next to him. He always felt like what you had was what he was missing, and he knew the best things in life take time.

-" This doesn't mean anything" you started standing up the moment he turned his back to you, thus missing his smirk. " I still don't trust you. "

- " Remember, pretty? Trust is not for soldiers " he scoffed grabbing the door handle, you narrowed your eyes and tightened your fists, what was preventing you from killing him right there ?

-" if I find out that you lied, I'll chase you down. "

Not the least intimidated or impressed by your relentless tone that would shake thousand of men, he peered at you over his shoulder, cold and smirking, as always, as you hated him, as you preferred him.

-" You can pretend all you want, Love. We both know I'm the first one to actually care for you. The first one who got that rotten heart thumping. "

Opening the door was like stepping into another version of reality, where everything was fine, as if paradise and hell did not just collided in a secluded room.

-" You know it's always gonna be me. You can deny it, run from it... We're bounded by bloodlust. "

Bloodlust, or just the last of the latter?

-" You and I are fated to be together. "

•••

Fated, yes, he believed every word of him. He was so sure that one day, you would eventually come back to him. Only, who could have anticipated that this day would come so soon?

The night was cold, numb. His chest empty and insignificant, just as the girl he drove with him home that night. She kept clinging on him as her lifeline and teasing him until he took her home, task completed for her.

The night was dull, grey.

Until it turned red, like your bloodshot eyes.

His keys fell to the floor the minute he spotted you, standing next to the floor to ceiling window of his apartment. Tokyo's night lightening your impassive face, hands on your pants pockets, staring right through his eyes.

A multitude of questions assaulted him, and the first was not even how did you got there, since he knew no door resisted you.

But as he was about to ask, now standing in the middle of the living room thus only few steps from you, his fling of the night interrupted him.

-" Don't tell me... You're married ?"

You would've scoffed, laughed even, if your head was not caving down. Instead, you watched him ignoring his plaything, eyes solely focused on your shape.

-" Leave. "

That was you, the assassin. You had commanded the woman, taller than you as you approached both her and Ran. To be honest it would not surprise you if she was some model, tall, slim, and she had that thing, the look screaming « I'm better bitch».

Except that, on the verge of uttering a scathing retort, raising her manicured hand towards you, your reddened eyes or your murderous gaze made her immediately get off her high horse. She felt it, the madness emanating from you, and Ran felt it too. There has been only few days since he made you realize everything, and you haven't been more than the shell of rage since then.

-" You heard her. Leave. "

An offended gasp left the " model's " mouth, seconds were spent while she incredulously looked at Ran for any sign of joke, yet she was forced to give it up when his gaze didn't even left you to meet her once, and left both of you alone.

Immediately, Ran got closer to you, always so drawn to his wildflower. He studied your face, bloodshot eyes highlighting your eye color, pink swollen lips, reddened tip of nose.

You had cried.

You were bewitching.

And drunk.

-" princess... " He started, his meer voice plunged you back into that night, where you wished for him to kill you when he only ripped your heart open.

-" Why didn't you killed me when you had the chance to ?"

Seriously ? From all the questions you could've asked, that was the one going through your mind ? Straight to the point, he must admit.

-" Why letting me alive ?"

-" You know why. "

No you didn't know.

Or maybe did you ?

Was " why " the way he looked at you now ? Was " why" the way he truly had your heart thumping?

It was too overwhelming, from the alcohol on your blood to the thoughts running wild in your head for days, Through the gentleness his hand rested on your cheek with.

You needed to understand, explanations, and he seemed to be the only one who could give them to you.

Then it hit hard, he was the only one who never lied to you.

Expectantly, your eyes urgently bored into his which to be honest could have startled him, so much emotion...

-" I... I don't understand. After everything I did for him, I did everything he asked me to do, I protected him, I cared about him. I shared dad's money and power with him, and yet... I did everything he asked me Ran, I promise-"

-" Shhhh, it's okay. "

Which strength you talked about which hatred which enemy, when a simple break in your voice and a glisten in your eyes urged him to pull you flat against his chest, arms wrapping around you so tightly that he could have crashed you.

God you hated him, hated how strong and comfortable his arms were, how safe you felt, collapsing against him.

So safe...

-" He ordered you to kill. To destroy, create chaos. " Your head nuzzled in his neck, his words being a painful stab that you needed,his arms being an armor to help you take it.

-" he manipulated and twisted your will, turned you into a weapon. Wanted to use you to fight his fights for him. "

How twisted, his heart ached in his chest feeling your wet tears against his neck, however a smile stretched his lips, how cursed.

-" He slashed his road toward power, and then, when he'd have everything he wanted and even more, he'd toss you aside like a puppet that outdated its usefulness. Nothing more, nothing less. "

Hurting, his words were creating holes in your chest, but as you went to pull away from him, his arms held you tighter, as if to crash every bone of you and him together.

-" Is that... what i was to him ? A pawn on his game the whole time ?" As you voice turned huskier, you tried hiding it with a sarcastic laughter, but he knew better.

-" What have I been doing with my life... "

For the first time it hurt, usually the only thing that would make him feel that way was anything related to Rindou. And there he was, holding his enemy, taking you to his couch so he could sit and pulling you on his lap, watching as you fell there as a limp doll.

Only there Ran figured out, he hated your family. Not for making you nearly kill him, not for pushing you into a war against Bonten, but for trying to extinguish that flame in your eyes. And he would never admit it, maybe not even to himself, but an oath bloomed in him, a promise of bringing down whoever did this to you.

The only one allowed to hurt you, was him.

His enemy, you were. Enemy, or not, whatever, you were his.

-" Now now, don't waste your tears on these motherfuckers, c'mon, I've known you stronger than this. " Calloused fingers flew to your cheek, wiping away those tears and giving you his lazy smile.

Why was it that you didn't wanted to wipe that smile away anymore ?

-" not everything is lost. Me, on the other hand can help you without expecting anything in return. Well only one thing I want from you, you ".

Slightly pulling your head back, you frowned. You ? Did it meant...

-" All of you, what's under the blood and the kicks. "

-" how do I know you won't backstab me once I'm no longer useful ?"

His smile widened, Ran pressed his forehead against yours, gaze falling on your lips.

-" Easy. Did I ever went as far as to actually kill you ?"

Hesitantly, you shook your head.

-" And... " Slowly, as grazing, his hands left your cheeks to rub your sides over your shirt, then caressing your skin under that one. " they've been feeding you of lies for years. Daddy's the only one stabbing you with the truth. On the front, quick, painless. "

You could feel it, feel him seeping through your pores as poison. Yet he felt the same with your lips so close to his and your soft skin under his fingertips, taking you in like psalms at the church.

-" Now tell me, gonna let daddy make you feel good ? "

Gulping down, you looked through his eyes and saw you,with no etiquette, no judgment, no expectation. Just you, raw and desire, and though he, what you two had was the most twisted thing God had ever cursed the earth with, the way he saw you was the purest thing ever.

It only took a nod for you to have his lips on yours.

Ran Haitani tasted as Gin and juice, hard, rough, with the right amount of softness for your poor state. Your soft lips against his felt like grasping the moon, a yearning of years and now, he could not just get enough.

As your tongues met each other in a frenzied dance, your hands found his shoulders to grip onto, accidentally grinding your hips against his, he lost it.

The next thing you knew, he was in top of you while you were lying under him on that couch, clothes all discarded except for your panties.

And there she was, his life's main problem, laying raw, naked for him to take.

-" What ?" You inquired in a scoff. " Never seen a naked woman ?"

-" Shit, just can't believe I almost killed this, you. "

You chuckled. He pinned your hands above your head, began sucking on your tits, driving both of you crazy. He adored how soft your breast was on his mouth, how you claimed to hate him when you were now grinding your hips against him, so much that soon enough, both your panties and his clothes have been tossed down.

Needless to say, naked Ran Haitani had nothing vulnerable without his expensive suits. Just as imposing, almighty, every muscle, scar played on his team to make him one of the most handsome men to ever graze your eyes.

Parting your legs, his tongue licked a stripe along your folds, only for you to shake your head and close your thighs making him frown.

-" want you inside already, Ran, can't wait... "

-" Yeah ? Then you better take it, princess. Gonna carve my fucking name inside this pretty pussy. "

-" Just do it already !"

Ran chuckled, breathing a " needy, indeed".

A breath that, nevertheless, has been stolen from his throat the moment he slided inside you.

There.

-" Fuck, you feel perfect-"

He stretched you to not point, the burn being quite pleasurable for you.

Where one plus one made one, a raw poem in the middle of discarded clothes and cursed pasts, Ran's broad shoulders towered above you, placing kisses along your neck. Intoxicated, heat waves crashing against his core, lost in your presence, just in your existence he dived deep.

And he knew how venomous you were, once again a flower watered by blood and lies, but God, he has been taking sips of that poison since years, smiling to each death threat you made, thus it felt like home, you felt like home, warm, comfortable.

-" So good, Ran... Just so good... " You cried out when his thumb reached out for your clit to draw circles over the nerve bund, with each movement clenching harder around him and sending him to cloud nine.

-" Right, love ? Such a pretty slut for daddy's cock, aren't ya ?"

Your eyes rolled back as he leaned against you, taking you lips in his just for the sake of it.

Well, maybe has it been for your glossy eyes and wet lashes, maybe for your chest brushing against his while you arched your back, all he knew was that looking at you was as sweet as torture, as a drug, with each sip even more infatuated though he saw no other way to possibly have more.

More, he was obsessed by more of you.

-" Look how good you take it... You're a goddamn t... A goddamn trap, know this ?"

What you were saying could not even be considered as words, you were so close to your high that everything you could utter were uncontrollable moans, your hands tried grabbing anything, but his hand around your fists only tightened, no way you would keep yourself grounded by anything, he wanted you dumb for him by the end of this.

-" my pretty girl's only gotta remember my name by the end 'f this... Daddy's gon' make the pain better. I, shit, I promise. "

And finally, your abdomen contracted while reaching your high, though he knew his words would fall to deaf ears, he still went for your ear to whisper them, his other hand pressed to the visible bulge on your lower belly.

-" feel this ? Told ya, you and I are bounded-" he stopped in his tracks, feeling a knot in his balls tightening, the sight of your soft breasts bouncing with each thrust, your fucked up face and breathed moans did not help, really.

-" From now on, what hurts you, hurts me... "

Was he really about to go through a war for the woman he has been fighting since years? Only because she had given him her true self ?

Was Ran Haitani about to turn that whole mafia upside down just because of those pretty eyes staring at him ?

-" For you, I'd take their lives. "

Apparently, yes.

If they asked you what was Ran Haitani to you ?

Lover, hunter, or enemy?

Note : sorry love, I really really didn't liked this one, kinda felt like I screwed it up so I'm not at all confident with this...

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meowdarame · 3 years ago

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how tokyo rev boys comfort you when they see you crying

notes: a bitch going thru it but it’s okay! i have my fictional men to cheer me up when i’m down <3

tagging @sanrionymph per her request 🤍

he finds you sitting on the curb outside of your shared apartment, arms wrapped around your legs and face buried into your knees. he places his spare helmet onto the ground in front of your feet. “c’mon,” he commands, “we’re going for a ride. it always helps me clear my head.” the chilly air prickles your skin as you ride into the night; your arms squeeze around his waist a little tighter, searching for stability and warmth. and even though you’re quite literally flying through the streets of tokyo, street lamps and stop lights whirring past your peripheral vision, you’ve never felt more safe than with him.

MIKEY, draken, shinichiro, wakasa

when you finish rubbing your misty eyes, they’re met with his toothy grin. “you know what always makes me feel better? doing something illegal.” between sniffles, you protest, “babe, you know that starting fights with random people is your thing, not mine.” he waves his hand, shooing the idea away. “pshhh,” he scoffs, “that’s not what i had in mind. come with me.” he grabs your hand and you follow him to the rooftop of some abandoned building that overlooks the metropolitan skyline, its bright lights rivaling that of the twinkling stars. as you both sit on the edge of the high-rise, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. “see,” he chuckles. “no picking fights here!” you don’t always condone acts of violence, but you can get behind occasional trespassing.

HANMA, ran, baji, sanzu, IZANA

“love?” you hear his voice softly calling out from the other room. “can please you come here for a moment?” you dry your wet eyes and blow your stuffy nose with a tissue before trudging out of your room. you wander into the kitchen and your eyes are met with a sight that makes your heart soar: your boyfriend leaning against the dinner table, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bag of takeout in the other. “i heard you crying earlier and wanted to make sure you were okay,” he admits, the cutest tinge of pink flushing his cheeks. “i bought you your favorite food! i was thinking of taking you out on a proper date, but i figured that you’d prefer a nice, restful night in with me, darling.”

chifuyu, TAKEMICHI, hakkai, kakucho

“princess,” he coos as he pulls back the bed covers that hide your tear-stained face. “get up and get dressed. we’re going shopping!” you stroll through the shopping center with his fingers interlaced with yours; he waits patiently outside of the dressing room as you try on every article of clothing that piques your interest, and once you step out from behind the stall, he showers you in praises and affection. and of course, this impromptu shopping trip is completely paid for by him— he’ll swipe his credit card until his wrist falls off, anything to make you happy. you definitely buy him a few things for himself though, just a small token of appreciation for being the best boyfriend ever.

KOKONOI, kisaki, both haitani brothers!!!

he sits down on the edge of the bed, mattress creaking and dipping because of the added weight. he rubs soothing circles into your arm and wipes away your tears with his thumb. “it’s okay, my love. you know you can talk to me about anything,” he whispers softly. if you choose to vent to him, he sits there patiently and listens intently, making sure that you feel loved and heard. but if you don’t want to share what’s bothering you, he crawls underneath the covers with you, letting you cry into his chest as he gently rubs his thumb against the crown of your head. “i’m here for you. just tell me whenever you’re ready.”

MITSUYA, inupi, souya (angry), naoto, atsushi

you feel a sharp pinch on your arm, causing your eyes to shoot up at him. “ow!” you yelp. “what the hell was that for?” he quickly pulls you into his arms, a stark contrast from his most recent action. “i’m sorry sweetheart, did it hurt?” he asks as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. “duh,” you answer indignantly, growing annoyed by your boyfriend’s untimely antics. “good,” he murmurs, “it means you’re still alive.” you look up at him puzzled, and he continues. “that pain you just felt and this hurt that you feel right now that’s making you cry— they’re signs that you’re still alive, that you’re still breathing, that you’re still fighting.” your eyes well up with more tears that threaten to spill out when he adds on, “and for as long as you’re alive, i’ll be right by your side to make sure that you keep fighting.”

kazutora, IZANA, rindou, nahoya (smiley)

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bontenten · 2 years ago

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Shape of Petals

03 Flower Viewing

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader WC: 4k Tags: historical au, royalty au, enemies-to-lovers, implied child abuse

A/N: um yea :) i have returned. still semidying from covid. ty for the patience if any are still around. i’ll try to figure out tag list stuff in the reblog, but my tag/comment function in tumblr is not available for some reasons LOL

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On the day of Flower Viewing, Granny Rong sits you in front of the polished bronze mirror at the earliest light of dawn. She tenderly paints your face, highlighting your features.

"You're turning lovelier by the day. Our princess is a flower amongst all the ladies today."

You laugh. "First Willow and now you too?" You smile at your reflection, also pleased with your presentation. There will be many daughters of the nobility present. You cannot let them outdo you after all. You push some of the busy hands of the attendants still trying to add more ornaments to your head away from you.

"But it's the truth!" A cheerful voice echoes down the hall. "I almost have to wonder if my little sister is trying to catch someone's attention. And no bunnies allowed in case you're thinking about sneaking him in your sleeves."

"Emma, stop teasing me. I know at the very least no pets are allowed. Let's go already, we're going to run late." You loop your arm with Emma's and begin to drag her towards the Imperial Garden.

There are many gardens and scenic spaces throughout the imperial city, but the one that's the largest and most impressive still has to be the Imperial Garden. A large central space of white marble forms an open platform for guests to gather. The perimeters are lined naturally with cherry blossom trees, now in their fullest pink blooms. Winding pathways along the side of a manmade lake offer views from either water or shore. Crown Princess Xin really outdid herself for this event. Every detail of the palace is given attention: the seating placements of the guests, selections of delicacies and drinks, and of course, the numerous flower arrangements tastefully in view.

A maid at the front gate greets you and Emma, then leads the way to the section where all the unmarried noble ladies of your age have all gathered. Willow and Sparrow follow right in your footsteps. You wave at Shinichirou and Xin who are seated at the main center, just off to the central throne. The young women of your circle stand up to greet your arrival before taking a seat again. After you take a seat at the front of the section, Tachibana Hinata scooches closer next to you.

"Finally! I almost thought you weren't going to make it," Hinata teases.

"Only because Y/N is taking such a long time getting ready," Emma says, popping a few peach slices to savor.

You retort back quickly. "Did not! Rather, look at you, since when did you wear this many jewels on your head? Fear not, General Ryuguji will be dazzled all right."

Emma flushes instantly. "Will it kill you to keep some thoughts to yourself for once?"

You sneer at her one more time and prepare for another retaliatory remark when a loud gong rings through the space.

"The King and Imperial Concubine arrive!"

All of the guests from officials to guards to maids sink into a bow towards the main seating at the center front. You included, everyone follows Shinichirou's lead and pays their respects.

"Long live your majesty," many voices echo in unison.

King Sano accepts the greetings and grants seating. "Beloved and esteemed guests. It's with great joy that you can all share this time with me." He grunts out a few shallow coughs. Imperial Concubine turns over to him in worry but he waves her away. After clearing his throat, he continues, "Crown Prince has worked hard for the past months to take care of court affairs. And Crown Princess has put a lot of effort into this banquet. Most of all, all the courtiers have worked well to support the Crown Prince during my absence."

"It is our duty," Shinichirou says. "I'm very glad that you are feeling better Father. I have no doubt that you'll make a smooth recovery."

King Sano seems pleased. "What better medicine that a beautiful wife and filial children!" He makes a beckoning hand signal in your direction. "Emma, why don't you come up here to stay by my side?"

Emma looks bewildered at being called out, unsure if she should comply and leave you sitting alone. Some of the girls sitting in the back row also look at you. Father has always had those cold eyes. He seems loving and warm, but not to you. When you fell down as a toddler, pudgy hands found nothing. No matter how obedient you try to be, how sweet or understanding you act in front of him, you're met with emptiness. The most you can do is to avoid, avoid, and avoid again.

Imperial Concubine decides to chime in and break up the stalemate. "My dear, it's rare for everyone to gather. Let Emma stay where she is and have her girlish chatter. She'll be bored and stiff to sit here. Besides, your majesty still has me, right?"

She presents the drinking vessel. The woman's coyness has its way to keep the old man's attention wrapped. Soon, King Sano is laughing again, completely forgetting about Emma.

"Are you okay?" Emma whispers, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Nothing new, I'm okay." You force a smile and shrug. "I'm more invested in the food."

"Then have as much as you want," she says, pushing another plate in front of you.

Musicians begin their melodies and a group of dancers takes to center stage. The dancer's light footsteps float across the floor and twirl in spirals. Murmurs and chatters slowly fill in between. Cups clink together and praise for the food soon follows.

Two men lean against a wall next to the main gate.

Sanzu observes the sea of crowd currently watching the performances, briefly checking where you're burying your head in the food and drinks. The initial cheerfulness on your face is all gone, no doubt from King Sano's attitude towards you. He's puzzled.

"Shouldn't you be closer to the little princess?" Baji interrupts his thoughts, bearing a plate of some food. "Why are you sitting here?"

"Naturally, this location is optimal for surveilling the event. Isn't that why you are also here?"

"You're no fun to tease at all."

Sanzu takes some time to phrase his next question. But ultimately, he can't think of a better way other than being blunt. "You seem to care quite a bit for the princess?"

Baji tenses slightly and inhales deeply. "Naturally." He can't admit outright that in his eyes, you'll always be a small, lonely cat wandering in a massive cage; the little princess whose tears once mixed with the rain. "Although our status is as different as night and day, she is like a younger sister to me. Many of us think so."

"The King doesn't favor her." A statement, not a question. "For what reason?"

To be certain, even he doesn't know the full reason. "It's not our place to discuss that."

If it's important intel, he'll discover it on his own, or ask your maids himself. He didn't think that Baji, an unrelated male however close he presents himself to you, would really know.

"Your choice," Sanzu replies cooly.

A sudden urge boils for Baji to draw his sword and swing it toward Sanzu right at this moment. He remembers his first time entering the palace with his swordmaster and getting lost in the maze-like palace. It started to rain and the more he tried to look for the training grounds, the more he became lost. He soon found a little girl dressed in funeral-white crying in front of a small fire pit, the flames all put out by the rain. Despite looking so miserable, more like a maid than a princess, you still showed him the way. Only later does Baji realize that the little girl is actually a princess. And that the day prior, her mother passed away with no burial rites performed at all. You deserve to be loved and cared for.

"You don't really care. She's just a mission to you, not a person." The commander suddenly says, almost like a revelation.

Sanzu isn't one to be ticked off by insults or passionate speech. He has heard more than his own fair share of curses and damnations from interrogating targets. But Baji's statement hits a nerve. "Do you think all from the 5th division are heartless monsters, Commander Baji?" He asks sarcastically. "No, you're right. And there's one thing you should also know: At least I haven't failed a mission before." Sanzu dusts his sleeves and leaves after giving Baji a tight squeeze on his shoulder. "Not sure if the great commander can say the same."

Baji shoves him off. "Fuck you."

Sanzu gives Baji a wide smile, hidden beneath his black mask. "Careful, there are guests. You wouldn't want the little princess to hear that."

Baji glances over towards your seating and finds you turning your head his way. Sanzu is quick to give you a wave, to which you frown and turn away again, engrossing yourself in conversation with others.

"It's been enlightening, commander." Sanzu mocks. "Now, if you would excuse me."

Sanzu shoves past Baji and picks out a new, inconspicuous corner to take watch.

An official prepares a toast toward Manjirou. "Second prince, I am most impressed by your recent expedition to the Northern Mountains. I have no doubt that the detailed mappings of the mountain paths and geography will be a great asset to our military."

"Yes," another one chimes in, "with Moebius constantly trying to harass our borders, it's only a matter of time before we can chase them away completely!"

"I'm just doing my duty," Mikey lightly comments. "There's still much reconstruction to do to secure the fortress. It's a shame that it couldn't be finished while I was there. It should be our priority right now."

A few grunts of agreement sound through the officials. There are reports submitted daily for review about this. Shinichirou has been mostly responsible for reviewing and annotating them during King Sano's illness. It was he who called for Manjirou's return.

"I commend your highness's eagerness and sense of duty. But there's still the mountain that also acts as a natural barrier." Right Chancellor Tachibana points out. "With the treasury tight, it'll be challenging to finish multiple large projects when the farmlands and bridges are still flooded. Your presence is still much needed there."

The factions of the civil officials all fervently nod in agreement, leaving the military commanders disgruntled. Toman is a kingdom created with military excellence, valuing strength above all else. But now that it's three generations strong, the winds are beginning to change. Crown Prince Shinichirou clearly values the books and arts, speaking often about the funding of schools, and promoting civilian students. While not well received by many of the nobles, one of the strongest supporters of the Crown Prince is the Right Chancellor.

"Moebius has never been a kingdom to be peaceful. In the last few years, they have swallowed many neighboring states and established themselves as a threat. Everyone knows it's only a matter of time before they decide to challenge Toman's military." Manjirou reminds all the officials present. Many are in comfortable middle-aged bodies, enjoying silk brocades and fatty riches. What could they know of the harshness of the soldiers living in the barracks?

"Sound observation, Manjirou." Crown Prince Shinichirou also joins the conversation. He waves off the greetings and bows to him. "General Kazutora is still stationed at the border to keep order. While Moebius is a threat, they have too many internal affairs to be concerned about. The vacuum in succession is causing in-fighting amongst the Osanai royal family."

"Brother, as I have recommended many times, is this not the best time?"

Shinichirou's stern look has Manjirou swallow his next sentence. "Moebius is despicable in their ways and will be remembered as such. The Toman that Father hopes to see is one that will flourish in creation."

Manjirou's hands ball into a tight fists under the table. The officials are quiet during the brothers' exchange.

"Both princes hold high aspirations for Toman," Left Chancellor Kisaki comments, breaking the tense atmosphere. "As a member of the old aristocracy following since your grandfather, I look forward to the future. But what a joyous day it still is, let us enjoy it for what it is."

Shinichirou takes this opportunity. "You are right, Left Chancellor. Let us leave official matters for court the next day instead. Please, everyone, take time to sample this new tea."

Around the time your feet are starting to go numb, Crown Princess Xin notifies your section that you are all free to explore the adjacent garden. It's a sort of special event so the girls could all freely chatter away from the strict watch of their mothers and fathers. There are even boats to take everyone around the lake.

"Will you also join us, Sister Xin?"

She offers a regretful smile. "You'll have to have fun without me. I can't leave the main banquet just yet. I'll have Jade show you all the way."

Jade is Crown Princess Xin's most trusted, personal maid. While Xin treats everyone with a warm smile, Jade, like her name is very quiet and often maintains a cool expression. Even you're a little nervous around her sometimes. But it also goes to show her dedication to her duty.

Once the group is quite far from the main hall, the chatter begins to bubble up excitedly.

"Crown Princess Xin is so kind to us, to organize such a nice way to view flowers from the water."

"Yes, yes! And we don't have to worry if someone overhears our conversations too."

"I thought I was going to suffocate back there!"

Emma tugs gently on your brocade sleeves and cups her hand over her whisper. "Dear sister, why don't you have fun with Hinata and the others? I think I'll pass on the boat ride."

"Why?" You blurt out loud.

Emma pinches the back of your hand.

You hiss. But the gears turn in your head and you silently mouth out, "General Ryuguji?"

Emma's apologetic grin confirms it.

You roll your eyes and shoo her away. "Whatever, get out of here. All this pining is blah."

At a fork in the garden, you realize Emma is already gone. Even when she was literally right next to you. Those who have been trained really are a bit different. You look around you for any signs of Sanzu following you. He probably is somewhere around, considering you saw him in a corner with Baji just earlier. Sometimes you envied Emma for her training. Their footsteps can be so quiet and their presence completely masked they come and go like the wind. There's a quality of firmness that you can't detect in yourself at all. If you were to slip away, people wouldn't notice either, but that's not because of any skills you have.

"Your highnesses and ladyships, we are here." Jade turns to bow. "The Crown Princess has ordered the kitchen to prepare some snacks and tea on board already. I hope you all will have a pleasant time. I will return to attend to her highness now."

You excuse Jade and ask her to pass on your gratitude to Xin once more. A chorus of thanks follows behind you.

Crescent Lake gets its name from the shape of its body. It's a manmade lake constructed by your grandfather, the late King Sano, the first founder of the kingdom. Originally a birthday gift to one of his beloved concubines, now it's a garden space used to entertain guests. Countless flowering trees line the banks, leaving a blanket trail of petals to the three boats docked.

The largest vessel is decorated with an elaborate silk canopy stretched for shade covering. A large central space is laid out with brocade cushions and plates of snacks. The benches stretched on the two sides even offer space for the maids to rest. The other two, although not as grand, are outfitted in very much the same way.

Naturally, you board the largest, followed by Willow, Hinata, and a few others you have gravitated towards more today. When all of you were seated, two boat rowers carefully push the boat away from the dock and prepare for its first course around the lake's perimeters. Each breeze brings a faint fragrance from the flowers. Over snacks and tea, the atmosphere is relaxed and cheerful.

One of the girls proposes a poetry game where each of the girls takes turns composing a verse related to the prompt. You somehow come up with a weak and unimpressive rhyme, just barely enough to escape the punishment game because Yumi, a daughter of a newly ranked military official, performed worse. Hey, second to last isn't dead last.

"Elder Sister Hinata, your verse is particularly beautiful. There's much to learn from your talent," a soft voice compliments. The young girl must be no older than ten, her hair cleanly twisted into two buns, decorated with simple embroidered ribbons.

You recognize her as Luna, the younger sister of Scholar Mitsuya. There's another younger one, Mana, who isn't present today. The Mitsuya siblings hailed from a poor family and were orphaned at a young age. But Mitsuya Takashi demonstrated exemplary achievements at the local, charity school and was sponsored by Shinichirou to enter the royal academy. The two siblings are invited to the gathering for a social debut and to give a message to some officials that Mitsuya stands in the Crown Prince's camp. Of course, Crown Princess Xin has Luna sitting close to you, Emma, and Hinata.

"I'm flattered, dear Luna. But also I just remembered giving the same compliment to someone in the past," Hinata laments, turning her gaze to her teacup. "Elder Sister Akane was truly incomparably talented in poetry. Her singing voice is also a reason for envy. It's yet another spring season without her."

A moment of silence fall over the young women, which Luna quickly catches onto and apologizes for stirring up sad memories. Hinata tells Luna why everyone still mourns the beloved daughter of the Minister of Justice Inui. The tragedy that shook the capital a few years ago was an arson incident at the Inui household. It was said that one of the family members of a case Minister Inui oversaw was vengeful that his brother was put to death. Who could have known that in a single night, over forty lives would be lost in flames?

"And only Lady Akane was lost?"

Hinata nods her head, remembering the details her father told her. "There was a survivor who said they saw that Akane successfully ran out. But she must have gone back inside. She was found clutching the wedding dress she was working on and a xiao flute. Had the tragedy not happened, she would have been wed to a student of Minister Inui. I don't know his name though. But I heard he never ended up obtaining an official position afterward."

It should have been a wedding that all girls envy. It should have been a fairytale ending.

Hinata claps her hands to gather the crowd's attention. "Those gone are gone. Today is supposed to be a happy day, let's talk about some more pleasant things instead."

"Like what?"

Someone chimes in. "There are so many young talents sitting on the other side today, didn't you all notice?"

"Young Luna, when will your brother take the exams?"

"Oh shush, you're already betrothed. I should be the one asking if anything."

"Well, elder brother mentioned next year. He still wants to strengthen his foundations at the academy."

"So diligent!"

Yumi grows impatient and jumps in. "Those scholars look like they'll practically bend in the wind. I think our military officers are way more attractive. Have you all seen General Kurokawa today?"

"He's rising the ranks so quickly. My father says that his future will be very bright."

"Is he betrothed?"

Yumi smugly shakes her head. "Not at all. And he earned his accolades all on his own, he has no family. Which means... there are no in-laws."

A few more giggles burst out over the thought of no in-laws. For the daughters of officials from extended, noble families, it's heaven almost unheard of.

"Princess, what do you think?"

Startled, you swallow the cookie lodged in the back of your mouth. "I think...they're all talented in their own ways. I haven't met General Kurokawa, so I wouldn't know."

"But don't you find, say, General Ryuguji to be exceptional?" Yumi urges, eyes practically sparkling. "You must get a chance to meet him?"

More eyes fall on you. How should you get out of this pinch without dragging Emma into the mess?

"Of course, he's Prince Manjirou's right hand," you respond cooly. "Commander Baji is also dashing."

One girl makes a face. "Commander Baji? I've seen him during his patrol once. His appearance is quite frightening. Last month, he got in a fight with a few merchants. Those people are permanently...And I've heard stories that he even drinks the blood of the prisoners."

"That's not true! You can't listen to rumors like that." If anyone's a bloodsucker, it would have to be those working in the shadows for Manjirou. But definitely not Baji. Maybe it's his toothy fangs, you wonder. You didn't find him scary at all.

"How can you be completely certain Princess?"

"Because!" When he is next to you, his personality shines brighter than anything.

"She's right," Hinata interjects before the conversation spirals. She puts a hand on your knee for reassurance. "Rumors are just rumors," she reminds everyone, "and not something we should concern ourselves with."

Sanzu finds himself too deep in his own thoughts. Perhaps it's due to his overall schedule relaxing far too much and too soon. He has grown so used to passing the day on the edge, where one wrong move can result in a gruesome death. The new normal of doing "nothing" is a new form of torture. He spins a dagger to keep busy, the cool metal passing swiftly across his calloused skin again and again.

The boat you're on is still within sight, but far away he cannot hear what you are saying. It seems like you are enjoying your time. There's no presence of a threat and Sanzu relaxes. The wind rustles the through the branches and petals rain all around him. The fragrance lulls him and Sanzu finds himself nodding off.

It sounds like windy hills and swaying grass. Light footsteps of children running around. He remembers this place, a grand place of white marble and voices calling for him.

Haru!

Sanzu tries to get closer and see the owner of that voice.

Come here, Haru!

Sweet, warm, loving.

HARUCHIYO!

Full of despair.

Sanzu's whole body tenses as he violently wakes up. All of his instincts are set ablaze.

"Stop moving around so much Yumi!" One girl scolds, grabbing onto the edge of the frame. "The whole boat is shaking."

"It's not me! I've been sitting this entire time!"

The girl is right, you realize. But there's barely any wind to warrant this sort of movement. You ask Willow to go find out what's going on and she quickly leaves the cabin towards the back.

"Something's wrong," Hinata urgently says, pointing at the floor. "It's water."

"Water?" A few girls who are confused look towards their feet only to realize that water is very much seeping through the wood.

"Princess!" Willow rushes over to you. "Boat is sinking! What do we do?"

Shrieks instantly sound throughout the cabin as the terror causes the young women to look for avenues of exit. The girls on the other boat watch the scene in horror while checking if their vessel is compromised. The boat rowers quickly try to steer the vessel closer to shore and call for help.

What in the world...

Suddenly, the ground beneath you splits open and you drop. Water quickly overtakes your head. You try to grab onto something, but a foot kicks you away. Willow helplessly tries to hold onto you but is swept away in the chaos. Something knocks against your head, and you fall into watery darkness.

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sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 3 years ago

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hand-braided—braided hands

Haitani Ran X Fem!Reader / 1.5K

bonten timeline. executive!reader. friendship, potential romance / HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAN

Ran’s finger pauses over the doorbell when he finds your door slightly ajar. He sighs, pencils in a reprimand, as he cracks the door open to step into the dim suite, his face narrowly missing the coat rack that’s been (mysteriously) poised to tip over. That one he catches, too.

He watches his feet, careful not to step on what might be important, picking up your scarf, a piece of jewelry, and your car keys on his way to the light switch. If you’re anxious, nobody ever sees, but Ran, ever since the beginning—he doesn’t know anymore when that beginning was—has been quick to recognize the tiny ways you let control slip and leave yourself open. Tiny cracks behind closed doors, in the secrecy of clenched fists and dim hotel rooms not unlike this one. He picks up your half-opened invite to tonight’s dinner; makes a mental note to confirm with Sanzu the adjustments to tonight’s seating arrangements.

You switch tables with Rindou, as was agreed upon, at least for majority of the event. He’d suggest someone else do the rest of the parleying this time, too, but they all know Mikey doesn’t trust anyone else but you when it comes to the triad. No matter how good Bonten’s relationship has already been with the Chinese.

If you’re anxious.

No, you are.

He hears his name from behind one of the doors; the kitchen, he presumes. “Is that you?” still, you ask, as if you weren’t just sure there couldn’t be anyone else but him. Down the hall, he notices a lit room, hears the sound of running water and what he thinks are clinking china.

So on he walks; where there is light, there’s also you, after all.

He finds you in a simple but lovely evening dress, the color of deep green foliage, hidden from the sun. Your hair is up in that elaborate low updo you love so well, an impression of a half-formed flower crown that hangs at the base of your neck. He’d tell you you’re beautiful, he really should, but instead he eases into a chuckle, opting to direct his eyes at the dishes you’re busy washing.

“You look great,” he says pointedly at your washing gloves. “I don’t think those latex goes well with all the silk, though,” prompting you to roll your eyes.

He tells himself that if you were to ask why he’s here, he’d simply say he got lost on his way to the elevator, even though you’d both know it’s a lie.

Something about his hair catches your attention and you hold up a gloved finger to signify wait. “You missed a spot.” He looks around to hopefully catch a mirror but there is none. In front of him, you’ve already taken the gloves off to wipe both of your hands clean.

He thinks of the first time he’d let you touch his hair, the memory coming unannounced, flowing easily now like the water you’re letting run down the sink—he flicks that one shut in a quick, single movement—temporarily forgotten on your quest for the next clean cloth.

It wasn’t anything special. It was in the back of a stolen van with his brother at the wheel, though it really should’ve been Sanzu but then there was no time—there almost never was in those days, back when the police still had the nerve to pursue after Bonten.

At the back of the car, Ran sat himself up, wincing at his fractured wrist, courtesy, most likely, of your bad fall right after he caught your hand and pulled you inside the running van. He needed help with his water bottle’s cap, had looked over your collapsed form on the floor, a forearm over your eyes. “Don’t sleep on the floor,” was all he’d said, which he doubted you even heard amidst his brother’s and Sanzu’s collective wave of curses. You looked up at him then, your face rendered upside down from where he sat, your eyes settling on the dripping bottled water he looked to be offering. You’d said a quick ‘Thanks,’ unabashedly grateful, and you gulped down the whole thing in one chug Ran was unable to find the spirit in him to tell you off, choking out a laugh, instead, at your misconception. You blinked in curiosity, only then noticing the way he cradled his wrist, must’ve remembered your crashing onto him and was instantly filled with guilt.

“I’m so sorry—“

“Oh. It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” He watched as you scrambled around the cramped space for anything you could use for makeshift wrist support, only to pause in front of his face, tilting your head. “Oh, let me fix your hair, at least,” you said, more to yourself.

Ran realized his left braid had come undone. Without awaiting for his response—not that he was left with much else to say with your hand already around his forearm—you climbed onto the seat next to him, promptly taking his loose strands around your fingers, and worked his braids as quickly as you managed inside the speeding car.

And Ran had let you, had sat there quietly, in fascination and in wonder: at the audacity and your fearlessness; at your lack of care, or perhaps your excess of it—for the entire exertion of fixing somebody else’s shit; for him, who was then even barely your friend. He knew the first time he’d lay his eyes on you, ever since the Kantou Manji and Rokuhara merger, that you were the type to care far too much, had pegged you as far too selfless for your own good in a world where you’d be made to swim alongside sharks. And right then, as he silently watched you fuss over his hair, as you expertly wrapped his broken wrist as best as you could, he allowed himself to lament over how easily this world could break you; had decided he didn’t want to bear witness to it.

(Ten years later and he thinks it’s still the one thing he’d never ever want to see, never ever want to happen. Hence the little measures he takes to keep you within his sight, if not on his side; hence the cold, pocket pistol he always carries around in his chest holster. Nobody ever witnesses Ran’s anxieties, too, and he’d like to keep it that way—except maybe Rindou, and then you, which is a whole different story—)

Your hand retracts just as your fingers touch his face, as if suddenly realizing your forced entry into his personal space. Ran’s hand is quick, however, catching yours without thinking.

“Please—“ he smiles. “Go ahead.”

You prop your other hand on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, keeping his head steady. With the other, you slowly, carefully smoothen a portion of his hair in place. Or keep it in line, he isn’t sure. Whatever it is, he’d trust your judgment, as he does in all the things you fix: his hair, his tie, the bigger problems he’d get himself into aside. In the most unceremonious ways you can, like it’s just something you’re bound to do. With hands that are as light and unintrusive, as all of you are; just as welcome, all the same. He’s amused by the slight frown on your face, one of concentration now, and up close he catches the light shimmer on your cheeks. And he really should be telling you how beautiful he thinks you are this time, but as he opens his mouth to do so, he catches the perfume on your wrist; that inconspicuous whiff of what is sweet and yours, prompting him to close his eyes.

And, like a little boy holding on fast to a secret, or a wish, he holds his breath, for one second unwilling to break this familiar bubble of just you and him, until the very next moment that he lets himself breathe out, at ease at the feel of the tips of his fingers now on your elbow.

When he opens his eyes, he catches the secret smile on your lips, satisfied with your work.

Your hand fishes out a compact from your dress pockets—because of course your dress is going to have pockets—and hands it to him. “See? Handsome now.”

He scoffs, as if telling you he’s always been handsome, inspects your work and nods proudly. “Not bad, not bad. You got a man you do this to all the time?”

To which he earns a light jab on his chest, shaking your head with a cheeky smile on your face. “Only you, Mr. Haitani.”

At the doorway, he doesn’t offer you his arm, only realizes he hasn’t and that there was no need to once he feels your fingers curl around his biceps, nonetheless. The way you always have. This time, however, as he hears you take in a deep breath one final time before stepping out, he shifts his hand to hold yours, instead. Enclosing your fingers around his the way he’s always imagined they would fit.

He doesn’t turn his head to see your response, only feels the way you hold him just as firmly. With no intention of letting go.

@sanzu-sanzu-sanzu 🕷

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chifuyusgangshirt · 3 years ago

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The question is, if Sanzu go to jail, will he go to the same transformation as Kazutora? Because I don't know in which jail the latter go but it was damn effective about his problems when you see how he ends up in the bonten timeline...

as far as i know (correct me if I'm wrong) he actually went to juvie and not jail- small but important difference because juvie treats the teeangers in there a little bit different than adults are treated in jail. You are also there to have work towards a possible crime-free and better future (though the deate if their methods are really that effective is another issue) while in jail you are, well, in jail. Sit your time.

Back to Sanzu: Okay let us be honest here, he seems to be a potential serial killer, even more than Mikey so, I don´t think so?

Okay, yeah, Kazutora was a little off the rails but he was never a bad peron. He was deeply traumatized, guilt ridden and had the unfortunate meeting with kisaki/hanma who fed into his insecure and delusional self.

Did he do bad things? yes. Was he a bad person? No.

Sanzu on the other side? lol yeah sorry but if you want to drive ahole group of boys over with a freaking train you are a bad person by definition - I don´t care if you do it because you developed stockholm syndrom when you were 9.

But maybe he will go to jail anyway and come out as a different person, a little like Taiju. Lovey Jesusu and has a family of little murderous Akashi´s running around. Or he ends up being the one weird hippie uncle who wears flower crowns and lives in a tent. Would love that for him.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers manga #kazutora hanemiya

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 6 months ago

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New official art! Looks like we'll get better quality versions in July!

#we might get more characters with the flower crowns too fingers crossed!#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #manjiro sano #hanagaki takemichi #matsuno chifuyu #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haruchiyo sanzu

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nameless-shrimp · 3 years ago

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hi shrimp! if your drabble requests are still open, may i request rindou + 41 (i’ve fallen into rindou brainrot i have no regrets ✨) also wanted to wish you the best with work 💕

𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 — (BONTEN!) RINDOU HAITANI

↳ SFW | 41. kisses to shut them up

The day had been dreadful.

Beside the green grass and park swings, with peach kissing the tint of orange right at the peak of sunset, Rindou's head ached uncontrollably. He wasn't sure if it had been his undying neediness growing on his funny bones or the fact that Sanzu hadn't stop quipping on about the previous torture methods; rather, the work day dragged on, and he nearly scoffed at the flower crown placed on his head.

Though, his cheeks flushed in pink roses. You watched him with a pout, causing him to return an apologetic stare.

"It's one of those days, baby," Rindou sighed, placing a palm on your cheek. "I'm sorry. The crown looks adorable on me."

"I just made that for you."

He chuckled. "I noticed. What did you use?"

You blinked, glancing down at the tickles of sunflowers below. One look was all it took for Rindou's brain to kick into gear, causing him to laugh before you opened your mouth; mind spiraling into nothing but the languages of flowers. Had it be the idea of bluebells resembling an everlasting love—the kind he hoped to hold, at least with you; from day to night, all to be yours.

Words tumbled from your mouth, causing him to play with the yellow petals above his head, clearly mismatching his hair color but he didn't mind it. Your heart was put into the little crown; hand crafted with a smile on your face, just the way he preferred life to be for you. Safe, elegantly—everlasting love that he hoped to kiss forever.

And you sung along the meaning of white roses, right before he could retort with a, "shut up", causing you to look at him annoyingly. Right before your mouth opened to protest, he laughed melodically. Tinges of blush on his skin. "I love you. You're adorable, and beautiful, and I can hear you talk about whatever you want forever, but kiss me."

You blinked. "I was just—"

"Shut up and kiss me, angel," he grinned, leaning in to your lips. "The flowers aren't going anywhere. Besides, I have someone more beautiful to look at right in front of me."

One shared kiss; the wind rings; and the sunflowers began to look more brighter underneath the tangerine sky.

#let me make flower crowns for rindou #i'll clap my hands once i put it on that mullet head of his #yay ~#haitani rindou x you #haitani rindou x reader #rindou x you #rindou x y/n #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x you #rindou haitani x reader

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orchid3a · 3 years ago

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ship your moots with a character and give them an ideal date that you think would suit them 🥰 (if not pls delete this ask)

that is sooo cute 🥺🥺🥺

so here we go

-@p-antomime → obvs i ship my lovely kiki 💘 with naoto duh🙄, i think a library date would suit them. they both love literature and they would talk about books for hours

-@etheralyonn → my bby fi 💗with ran, he would take her to an aquarium and they would take the best couple photos i’m 100% sure, then they would go an eat an ice cream 🥺

-@haitaniapologist → my cute june 🤍 with takeomi, a shopping date is one of their fav dates and june will drain at least 5 of omi’s black card like me lmao

-@sincerelyraylene → my sweet ray 💛 with haru, they would go to an arcade and ray would beat sanzu’s ass at every video game, haru is petty so he will sulk lmao

-@noekoi → my dear alyssa ❤️ obvs with izana, they are the classy couple so they will either go shopping or to a spa. everyone would be speechless when they see this powerful and classy couple <3

-@eriskaitto → my lovely eris 💜 with kakucho, they would have a cute picnic date and they will do for each other a cute flower crown and eat kakucho’s homemade bento he can cook trust me

#🎭- anon

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gyakutengagotoku · 8 years ago

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GSvsAA - Spirit of Justice - Character Profiles

Following the AJ and DD ones, here’s the last of the second trilogy. From here, I’ll be jumping back to AAI and I’ll see how I’ll tackle it later. Perhaps it’ll be easier if I go in order of the files and work out the in-game sequence afterward. We’ll see.

Master post. I’ll update it later when I have time.

Since there’s already a thread for these names on Court-Records, I’ll be brief with the entries this time, unless I find some extra trivia to add. And while it’s atypical of me, I’ll share my speculation on the origin of some less obvious puns for the English names too.

Spoilers ahead.

Main cast

Rayfa Padma Khura’in (レイファ・パドマ・クライン) rei is “spirit”; while the reibana (霊花) is an alternate name for the higanbana (彼岸花), aka the Lycoris Radiata, an ominous red flower that grows in Buddhist Hell and is said to guide spirits into the next reincarnation. It’s frequently seen in funerals. Fyi, the higan refers to the "other side” of the Sanzu River, which is similar to the River Styx. padma means “lotus” in Sanskrit. Khura’in was taken from the Kurain we know, which in turn has been taken from the Klein Bottle. Trivia: Her Song of Ceremony is sung completely in Japanese. By that logic, we could have expected an English dub, but I guess Capcom US wasn’t interested, since they only gave us subtitles instead. A few internal game files have given her name as “Honfa”. I can only guess it’s referring to how she’s the central (hon) character to this game. Also, she’s the kind of girl who would be pretty “serious” (honki) about her roles.

Edit: Added a link to the official source of “Kurain”.

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi (ナユタ・サードマディ) Previously, we thought nayuta was the Sanskrit word, meaning “myriad” (or in some East Asian languages, “10^26 or 27), but as it turned out, it’s just the name of someone Yamazaki knew from his university. It was originally a placeholder name, but Eshiro liked it so much it came to be. His last name is based on the phrase hotoke no kao mo sando made, “Even the Buddha will get angry if you brush his face thrice,” or in other words, “Even the Buddha has limits.” It also may come from the Sanskrit word samadhi, a state of meditative consciousness. Trivia: Throughout the game are scattered references to the classic Chinese novel Journey to the West, and he gives us three. Three times he gets to bind a defense attorney, referring to the three disciples of Monk Tang, the novel’s protagonist. Apollo is bound on the head; Sun Wukong is restrained by a magical crown that shrinks when a certain sutra is chanted. Athena's arms are bound; Zhu Bajie has been bound several times throughout the story due to his lewd and disrespectful tendencies. Phoenix’s favorite arm is bound. While there aren’t any particular instances of Sha Wujing’s arm being bound (that I can recall), he’s always been the most responsible of the disciples and is somewhat gullible compared to the other two. :3

Ahlbi Ur’gaid - Bokuto Tsuani (ボクト・ツアーニ) His name comes to “boku to tsua- ni”, or “on a tour with me”.

Shah’do - Mitamaru (ミタマル) mitama is “soul”; maru is a common ending to a boy’s name. He’s a “soul[ja] boy”! I’m sorry, I won’t do that again. His English name, literally “shadow”, may refer to how he’s always tagging along by Ahlbi’s side. Trivia: Shah’do is in fact the only non-human character in the entire series to play the part of the main cast in a game. He even got his own character entry, complete with quote, on the official site! Sadly, I have no idea what he actually says.

Episode 1

Pees’lubn Andistan’dhin - Potdino Nikawas (ポットディーノ・ニカワス) pottode means “coming out of nowhere” and niwaka means “suddenly”, likely referring to how he appeared in the intro out of the blue to join this country’s religious practitioners. din in Arabic means “religion” or “way of life”. Also, DEEN, pronounced with a long e-sound, is the name of a well-known Japanese rock band. Trivia: According to a tweet from Eshiro, this guy’s name is officially “Nikawas”, but for the longest time he and some others mistook it as “Niwakas”, which made it into the final release.

Paht Rohl - Miima Waruhito (ミーマ・ワルヒト) mimawaru is “to patrol”, so his name becomes “patrolling person”. Aslo, waru can mean “bad”, so he’s also not such a good person as he seemed.

Episode 2

Bonny de Famme - Nanano Mimi (菜々野美々) If you flip the kanji in her last name, they make yasai (野菜), meaning “vegetable”. mimi is “ears”. de Famme probably comes from “defame”, given her and her sisters’ machinations behind the scenes.

Betty de Famme - Nanano Kiki (菜々野輝々) Kiki is named like her sister, though kikimimi means “ears poised for listening”. Also, the sound a bat makes is often romanized in Japanese as a ki sound.

Roger Retinz - Shinoyama Kanenari (志乃山金成) It’s custom in Japanese TV production slang to switch syllables of a name or saying around, so we switch his name around. Shinoyama becomes yamashino, and Kanenari becomes narikin (金 can be pronounced kin). Thus, yamashi no narikin means “a swindling nouveau riche”.

Mr. Reus - Mr. Menyo (Mr. メンヨー) menyou (面妖) is “strange” or “suspicious”. I’ve heard speculation from other fans that Reus can be switched around to make “ruse”, as he is a masterful magician. His real name, Manov Mistree, is originally Fushigi Naohito (伏木直人). fushigi na hito means “a mysterious person”.

Episode 3

Tahrust Inmee - Marmer Ahtam (マルメル・アータム) marumeru is “to make bald” and atama is “head”.

Beh’leeb Inmee - Sahra Ahtam (サーラ・アータム) sarasara is onom. for “silky” or “flowing”, in this case referring to her hair.

(Between these two, I can’t quite make out why they would choose these names, since they seem like very generic puns for witnesses in a case. Perhaps that’s the point?)

Puhray Zeh’lot - Ogam Mainiche (オガム・マイニーチェ) ogamu is “to worship”, and mainichi is “every day”, so it’s “pray every day”. His real name is Reehl Neh’mu, and its Japanese counterpart is Fon Myo, from honmyou, “real name”.

A’nohn Ihmus - Nanashiino Gonbe (Tent.) (ナナシーノ・ゴンビェ（仮）) Yes, the “tentative” is part of his name. nanashi no gonbee (名無しの権兵衛) is an anonymous or unidentified name, like “John Doe”.

Datz Are’bal - Datz Dinigel (ダッツ・ディニゲル) His complete name comes from datto de nigeru (脱兎で逃げる), or “fleeing as fast as I can”. Interestingly, his English name gets to keep the same first name, thus making “that’s a rebel” or “that’s horrible” (the latter probably regarding how he first looks on his wanted poster, but I’m not as sure about this one).

Lady Kee’ra - Torihime-sama (鳥姫様) It literally means “Bird Princess”, but it’s not an actual name. I was surprised to learn that she got a name in the English version. Her real name is Ihmsan, which is the same in the JP version. I’m not sure about the whole pun here, but imu is a verb meaning “to avoid, shun”, like a taboo. It’s supposedly taboo to say her name.

Edit: Okay, so it’s actually based on imu, 仏, in this case meaning, “a dead body” and the honorary suffix san. It’s referring to her killing spree. (The same kanji when pronounced hotoke is referring to the Buddha or someone with such imagery, though it applies less to her.)

Plumed Punisher - Torisaman (トリサマン) It’s an offshoot of Tonosaman, aka The Steel Samurai, but with tori for “bird”. Btw, Tonosaman comes from tono-sama, “lord”, and the word “man”.

Episode 4

Bucky Whet - Uchidate Susuru (内舘すする) uchitate is “freshly kneaded”, while susuru is “to slurp”. His English name is from “buckwheat”, the kind of dough commonly used to make soba noodles. Interestingly, the embroidery on his lapel reads 上戸, ueto, but pronounced as jougo, it means “hard drinker”.

Taifu Toneido - Senpuutei Bakufuu (旋風亭獏風) senpuu is “hurricane”; bakufuu is “blast”, like of wind or from an explosion. The tei (亭) is an honorary suffix that’s added to the pseudonym of a rakugo performer.

Geiru Toneido - Senpuutei Puuko (旋風亭風子) I think Puuko was just chosen for its cuteness. The first kanji in her name is the one for “wind”, and ko is a common ending for a girl’s name.

Uendo Toneido - Senpuutei Bifuu (旋風亭美風) bifuu, written as 微風, is “breeze”. His other personalities are named after rakugo characters. Kisegawa is the same in both versions. Her name is from the story Omitate (”The Choice”). Patches is Ippachi, and Owen is Sadakichi. Both appear in various rakugo plays and are well known stock characters; Ippachi as taikomochi (a male geisha) and Sadakichi as an apprentice. Trivia: Patches and Kisegawa speak in nonstandard dialects. I’m not quite sure which, though, so if someone could lend a hand, I’ll be happy.

Jugemu (ジュゲム) He’s named after the titular character of the rakugo play, Jegemu.

Episode 5

Dhurke Sahdmadhi (ドゥルク・サードマディ) It’s probably from Druk, the Bhutanese thunder dragon and their national symbol. There was even lightning behind him when we saw his silhouette in the anime prologue. Not to mention, Druk is also the “king” and “protector” of Bhutan; kinda like how this guy was nominal king of his country too.

Paul Atison - Kiyoki Masaharu (清木政治) kiyoki means “proper” or “clean”; the kanji in his given name, when read as seiji, mean “politics”. It’s also this alternate pronunciation that makes it into his email. For comparison, in English, his full name is “Paul Atison Wimperson”, thus making his initials in his email “PAW”. (Coincidentally, he is kind of a “dog”, and not the kind I love. >:3c )

Archie Buff - Sanagi Fumiaki (佐奈樹文明) sanagi is “pupa”; and the kanji in his first name, read as bunmei, mean “civilization”.

Sergeant Buff - Sergeant Sanagi (佐奈樹軍曹) aka Armie Buff - Sanagi Philnelia (佐奈樹ヒルネリア) Her name is probably from hirune, for “afternoon nap”. She’s a shut-in and is seen wearing her pajamas even well into the afternoon. (The colors are actually based on the Japanese air self-defense force uniform, but they look like pajamas.)

Ga’ran Sigatar Khura’in (ガラン・シガタール・クライン) garan is a Buddhist temple; namely, the “seven halls” that make up temple grounds. Her middle name may come from shi, kataru (死、語る), meaning “death speaks”.

Inga Karkhuul Khura’in (インガ・カルクール・クライン) inga means “karma” or “cause and effect”; karakuru is “to manipulate”. The rest of his name falls into the joke with Jugemu (wiki page linked above in Jugemu’s entry). (If someone could also help me break down his incredibly long full name in Japanese, that’d be great. I’m hoping it has a little more substance than “How could this name be any longer and more pompous than it already is”.)

Nayna - Baaya (バアヤ) Her name isn’t so much a name as it’s Rayfa calling her “granny”.

Amara Sigatar Khura’in (アマラ・シガタール・クライン) amala (阿摩羅) is a number, 10^23, and also a Buddhist term: Amalavijñāna, the highest level of “consciousness”. amara also means “immortal” in Sanskrit, having survived two assassination attempts. In her case, her middle name also refers to shi wo kataru (死を騙る), “faking a death”.

Jove Justice - Odoroki Sousuke (王泥喜奏介) It’s almost the same as Apollo’s name, but the hou replaced by sou (奏), for “play music”. So, “Surprise! Here’s a music boy!” I mean, I couldn’t exactly use “play boy” since that sounds wrong...

DLC Episode

Ellen Wyatt - Outsubu Shizuku (大津部雫) outsubu means “a large amount”, particularly of something small; shizuku is “a drop”. So, yeah, lots of tears.

Sorin Sprocket - Haguruma Raito (八久留間来人) haguruma is a “gear”. Raito sounds like “light” as well as “Wright”, as in the Wright Brothers. (It has nothing to do with Nick or Trucy. Nick is forever earth-bound anyway.)

Pierce Nichody - Juumonji Kazuharu (十文字一治) The kanji in his surname make up “character for ten”, which is 十, a cross. It’s likely referring to health organizations like the Red Cross. The kanji of his first name are “one” and “heal”, respectively; referring to his hard choice while he was still a surgeon.

Dumas Gloomsbury - Yonekura Seiji (米倉静次) nekura is “gloomy”, “dark”. Perhaps his first name is from seijou (清浄), meaning “clean”; as in, he was innocent of the crash incident.

Edit: Okay, so Ash has told me that I made a wrong guess. The only other idea I can surmise is seji (世事), “ways of the world”, so that it works as nekura na seji to make “a gloomy world”.

Edit 2: And another wrong guess. Okay, I’m out of ideas. As I mentioned above, seiji as 政治 is “politics”, but the only connection I can make with him is how the Sprockets are indirectly tied into it and how he’s been made a scapegoat.

Selena Sprocket - Haguruma Hikari (八久留間ひかり) hikari is “light”, to match her brother’s name.

Extra: Locations

Tehm’pul Temple - Ji-in Temple (ジーイン寺院) ji’in is “temple”, so the name is a repeat of the same word. Hence the English name.

Penrose Theater - Trompe Theater (トロンプ劇場) It’s from the French “trompe-l'œil“, the art technique that creates 3D optical illusions from realistic 2D images. Penrose is likely from the impossible triangle, popularized by mathematician Roger Penrose.

Take-2 TV - Nidomi TV (ニドミテレビ) nidomi (二度見) is to “look twice” or “double take”, as in surprise. How convenient that in English, “take” has another appropriate definition.

Kurukurutei (来来亭) It means “Come Come Place” (the tei actually means “pavilion” in other contexts). Incidentally, that tei is also a suffix to denote a place as a restaurant. Trivia: Ash@C-R has noted that there’s a ramen restaurant chain in Japan with the same name but different pronunciation, but it’s probably a coincidence.

Alright, with that, I clean my hands for tackling AAI in the coming several days, but I expect delays over this weekend. I’ll be heading out of town for a day.

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